When you wake from a bed that you quickly realize is not yours, you find yourself in a ship's cabin. Before you have time to question your predicament, a striking man walks in.

Elegant curls frame his angular, tanned face; a billowed, half-buttoned-up shirt reveals the delicate skin of his chest.

He chuckles softly, taking his seat on a nearby barrel. "Not to worry, your highness, I’ve only captured you for ransom. I don’t plan on harming a royal, so rest assured."